It is only here I’ve figured a way
To circumvent my inarticulate flesh,
The dumbness of my confused tongue.
My confusion of this ability to speak
Has always left me at the back of things,
In that invisible place in society
Where the odd ducks are kept.
The periphery is an interesting place to inhabit.
It provides a wonderful vantage point
To see what I’m missing
And the long time required to come to terms
With who it makes me.
It is only here I’ve found a place to be.
From here my silence can speak volumes.
It can be heard around the world.
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